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his chest slid against hers, rubbing and teasing her aching nipples.
Next to her head, he threaded their fingers together. Palm to palm, chest to chest, hip to hip. Jagged breaths burst across her lips. They were centimeters apart, but he didn’t close the gap and kiss her. Instead, he stared into her with the steady, intense weight of his soul clearly visible. The darkness, the tiny piece of light, regret, hopelessness, fear…and something so much sweeter.
It should have scared her that he, powerful, immortal being, could feel those things. But it didn’t. It settled her. Centered her. Gave her something to hold on to.
The pressure built slowly. The unbelievable unraveling broke across them both with a soft sigh of relief instead of the explosion of passion.
In the aftermath he finally brought their lips together. Feathering his mouth against hers, he gave her the sweetest, sharpest, most heart-wrenching kiss she’d ever experienced.
And, almost too soft for her to hear, whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Chapter Seven
Brone exited Evie’s apartment. With nothing more than the flick of his mind he had the door locking behind him. He was going to sit in on the spectacle. It was the least he could do, be there for her. Although he would have been there either way, wanting, needing every last moment he could possibly have of her.
Today, one way or another, it would end. Either she’d be consigned to Hell and even a hint that he truly cared for her would be enough to endanger her further — Lucifer wouldn’t hesitate to use her to exact just a little more revenge against Brone. Or, if his plan worked and he managed to derail the entire thing, he’d be left to walk the earth in deprivation for all eternity.
He preferred the second option. Evie’s soul would be safe. Her daughter would be protected. And at least he’d be able to watch her, even if he couldn’t touch and taste.
He deserved the torture. For centuries he’d believed the punishment for defying God was an existence in Hell. Only now was he realizing there were worse tortures and his true punishment had finally come to pass. But he accepted it.
Just as Evie hadn’t hesitated to protect her daughter, neither would he hesitate to safeguard her.
Less than two steps down the sidewalk Brone realized he was no longer alone. The knowledge materialized just as Kearn did. Lounging against a lamppost several feet away, the angel regarded him with a veiled glance.
Brone did not miss the need to be constantly on guard. Maybe being banished did have a few benefits.
“The Dark Lord is pleased.”
Yippee. Was he supposed to jump up and down like a lapdog? Because he couldn’t come up with something safe and appropriate to say, Brone kept his mouth shut.
“Never let it be said that Lucifer is unforgiving. After today you will be granted access back into Hell.”
This time silence wasn’t going to cut it. Brone had to maintain the illusion that Lucifer was going to get exactly what he wanted; otherwise he would send someone else to enforce the contract. Someone like Kearn.
Inclining his head slightly, Brone acknowledged the statement. “I am humbled by his generosity.”
Kearn laughed, the sound sending ripples of foreboding down Brone’s spine. “I wouldn’t be too quick with your appreciation. You will not be given the same status you once held. No longer are you a confidant, but a lowly servant fit only for the most menial tasks. You cannot be trusted.”
The other fallen was quick, but Brone was quicker. Before Kearn realized what Brone meant to do, his hand spanned the other immortal’s throat, shoving him back against the lamppost hard enough that the metal dented.
“No one in Hell can be trusted.” Free of the mobile deprivation cell, Brone was no longer bound to keep his hands to himself. And he had every intention of reminding Kearn just how dangerous he could be now that he’d slipped the leash.
“I’m certain Lucifer
Next to her head, he threaded their fingers together. Palm to palm, chest to chest, hip to hip. Jagged breaths burst across her lips. They were centimeters apart, but he didn’t close the gap and kiss her. Instead, he stared into her with the steady, intense weight of his soul clearly visible. The darkness, the tiny piece of light, regret, hopelessness, fear…and something so much sweeter.
It should have scared her that he, powerful, immortal being, could feel those things. But it didn’t. It settled her. Centered her. Gave her something to hold on to.
The pressure built slowly. The unbelievable unraveling broke across them both with a soft sigh of relief instead of the explosion of passion.
In the aftermath he finally brought their lips together. Feathering his mouth against hers, he gave her the sweetest, sharpest, most heart-wrenching kiss she’d ever experienced.
And, almost too soft for her to hear, whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Chapter Seven
Brone exited Evie’s apartment. With nothing more than the flick of his mind he had the door locking behind him. He was going to sit in on the spectacle. It was the least he could do, be there for her. Although he would have been there either way, wanting, needing every last moment he could possibly have of her.
Today, one way or another, it would end. Either she’d be consigned to Hell and even a hint that he truly cared for her would be enough to endanger her further — Lucifer wouldn’t hesitate to use her to exact just a little more revenge against Brone. Or, if his plan worked and he managed to derail the entire thing, he’d be left to walk the earth in deprivation for all eternity.
He preferred the second option. Evie’s soul would be safe. Her daughter would be protected. And at least he’d be able to watch her, even if he couldn’t touch and taste.
He deserved the torture. For centuries he’d believed the punishment for defying God was an existence in Hell. Only now was he realizing there were worse tortures and his true punishment had finally come to pass. But he accepted it.
Just as Evie hadn’t hesitated to protect her daughter, neither would he hesitate to safeguard her.
Less than two steps down the sidewalk Brone realized he was no longer alone. The knowledge materialized just as Kearn did. Lounging against a lamppost several feet away, the angel regarded him with a veiled glance.
Brone did not miss the need to be constantly on guard. Maybe being banished did have a few benefits.
“The Dark Lord is pleased.”
Yippee. Was he supposed to jump up and down like a lapdog? Because he couldn’t come up with something safe and appropriate to say, Brone kept his mouth shut.
“Never let it be said that Lucifer is unforgiving. After today you will be granted access back into Hell.”
This time silence wasn’t going to cut it. Brone had to maintain the illusion that Lucifer was going to get exactly what he wanted; otherwise he would send someone else to enforce the contract. Someone like Kearn.
Inclining his head slightly, Brone acknowledged the statement. “I am humbled by his generosity.”
Kearn laughed, the sound sending ripples of foreboding down Brone’s spine. “I wouldn’t be too quick with your appreciation. You will not be given the same status you once held. No longer are you a confidant, but a lowly servant fit only for the most menial tasks. You cannot be trusted.”
The other fallen was quick, but Brone was quicker. Before Kearn realized what Brone meant to do, his hand spanned the other immortal’s throat, shoving him back against the lamppost hard enough that the metal dented.
“No one in Hell can be trusted.” Free of the mobile deprivation cell, Brone was no longer bound to keep his hands to himself. And he had every intention of reminding Kearn just how dangerous he could be now that he’d slipped the leash.
“I’m certain Lucifer
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